I just got back from lunch with the Nashville Knucklehead. I think it went okay. He didn’t cry or run screaming from the Mellow Mushroom. And I don’t think he needed therapy to recover. Unlike some men who eat lunch with me… ahem… Fritz.
At one point, though, he did say, while kind of laughing, “This is just how I imagined it would be.”
I swear, I do know how to behave myself. I just don’t like to.
Tiny Cat Pants 
Glad to hear another survived the initiation.
Legion!
I LOVE LIBERALS. . . I LOVE FEMINISM . . .I HATE LIBERTARIANS . . .I LOVE MEN IN UNIFORM . . .I LOVE PIT BULLS . . .I LOVE COOTER PLAYS . . .I HATE VOX DAY . . .I LOVE SHIRTLESS MEN IN THE PARK . . .
I FINALLY SEE THE LIGHT . . .
I AM DRAWN TO THE LIGHT . . .
Um, sounds fun?
HAHAHA! I’m sure he was more than charmed…
I had lunch with Fritz yesterday (among others), and I couldn’t help but ask him if you’re as I picture you, which is 5’8″. I think of odd things at lunch.
I am 5’7″ish. I hope he said good things about me. Or at least not-to-scary things.
Knucklehead, I’m glad to see the subliminal messages worked.
Who’s footing the bill for these lunch time adventures?
I luvs me some free food.
I’m happy to report there was no “Aunt B is scary” talk.
My therapist said we can start a group session. Fritz and Knucklehead are both invited.
You are ambassador of cooterdom to all.